Yowl

[kittymichaels]

Let us go then, you and I
To the cat bowl, then the kitchen.
Getting treats is my mission.
Then to sleep upon the dresser
Underneath your dress clothes,
Those shirts and pants smell of bleach.
The laundry pile smells of you
While you're out, I'll nap there too.

I cannot leap to the top of the bookshelf
The other cat used to go there
Where is she now? When did she go?
Something I'd now like to know.
A few things still bear her scent.
There's things I'd ask her now
She could not have known them then.
Who's feet will I sleep on when I pass?
Will I get wet food every day?
With whom will the Fat Man play?

I grow old, I grow old
Nestled in the Fat Man's hold,
Smelling things I cannot reach
Leaning on his shoulder blade
Looking out the window at the birds
Rubbing his hand so he knows whose boss
His fingers are my dental floss.
He'll smell of me but then he'll wash
If I can't rub against him every day,
How will the other cats know he's mine?

The brush comes out and I will purr.
When dinner comes, you'll share some meat,
Maybe I'll get a dry cat treat.
I'll follow you from room to room
And swat at anything you try to read.
Time escapes when your days are full
To you, I'm still adorable.
Let's play the game where I bite your chin
And when you move me, I return to bite again,

Then bring me water in a mug
(Perhaps I'll vomit on the rug?)
And when we sleep, I won't swat your face
Unless I really need something.